Chapter 7
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Stanley put on an innocent face, but his eyes were full of mischief.
“A while back, Miss Garcia brought her car in for maintenance. I noticed the dash cam memory was full, so I kindly took the liberty of clearing it up.
“As for the video, I made a copy at Miss Garcia’s request, just in case it would be needed later.
“And look at that, we ended up using it today. Isn’t that right, Miss Garcia?”
“Yes, thanks to you, Stan. Otherwise, I would have missed out on this fantastic little ‘pregnancy play’ performance.”
I immediately played along, winking at Stanley in gratitude.
“So, Jeffery, I guess there’s no need to prove whether or not the person in the video is you, right?
“You’ve got some nerve, taking my car out for your little escapades!”
I sneered at Jeffery.
“And what about this idiot mechanic?” Jeffery fumed. “He violated customer privacy. Isn’t that a crime?”
Stanley just smirked and replied, “Sorry, checking the dash cam is part of my job as a mechanic.”
“And it was done with my client’s permission.”
Seeing that the judge raised no objections, Jeffery’s legs gave out, and he slumped to the floor, even looking like he wanted to attack Stanley.
But what he didn’t expect was that Stanley, who was clearly trained, effortlessly subdued him.
In the end, after causing a scene in court, Jeffery lost everything and was left with nothing. It was incredibly satisfying.
After finalizing the divorce, I felt like a new person.
Even as Jeffery moved his things out of my house, he couldn’t help but spit out one last insult:
“Adria, you really played me. But so what?
“At least I still have Dona and our beautiful baby. Unlike you—you can’t even have kids. The Garcia family deserves to die out!”
Well, well, looks like Jeffery still doesn’t know he’s the one wearing the green hat.
I hadn’t told him before because I didn’t want him regretting the divorce and coming after me again. But now that we’re officially done, it’s the perfect time to shatter his illusions.
“Jeffery, there’s something you have a right to know.
“I didn’t tell you before because I didn’t want to hurt your ego, but the truth is, you’re the one with the problem.”
“What do you mean, ‘problem’?”
I imitated the lecherous guys I’d seen online, flicking my tongue against my cheek and glancing down at his crotch.
“That problem. Didn’t the doctor tell you? You have low sperm count—the kind that can’t be treated.”
For a moment, Jeffery’s face went as white as a sheet. His lips trembled as he stared at me, disbelief written all over his face.
“H-how do you know... about that? Prove it to me!”
“Did you really not notice yourself? You’re practically a toothpick down there.”
It seems I’d been too kind to Jeffery all these years, letting him live in his delusions, believing he was more than he was.
Did he actually think he was good at anything?
To snap him out of his delusion, I pulled out the diagnosis reports from several hospitals and threw them in his face.
“Take a look for yourself. You’ve had primary low sperm count all along, and it’s not the kind that can be fixed.”
“The only way you could ever have a child is through IVF.”
“So, are you still convinced that the baby Dona’s carrying is yours?”
By this point, I figured Jeffery must have realized the truth.
Knowing his overblown ego, being exposed as a fool who’s been cheated on and turned into a laughingstock is undoubtedly his worst nightmare.
I suspected his next move would be to confront Dona.
Another good show was about to begin.
But I had no interest in watching the drama unfold. Instead, I got into my BMW and drove away without looking back.
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After everything that happened, I finally understood what I truly wanted. I decided to give Stanley a chance, even though he’s just a mechanic and doesn’t have a million dollars. I was willing to try being with him.
